As he looks down into her eyes, he sees the hunger and the bloodlust... Here, he says, he takes his sacred knife and slits his arm gently, allowing bl...od to pool up. "Drink, for my blood cannot be tainted." he says, as she drinks the blood from his arm, gaining strength, she stops, and looks him in the eye. "Thank you" she says. He looks her in the eyes, the gentle red matching her metalic purple hair, and tight leather outfit, consisting of a one piece swimsuit looking leather top, with slits. It turns out the stiff was Lester Swartz, a gee who jumbled numbers.Sarah and I took the express elevator down and asked to see the building manager. Sarah flashed her FBI buzzer and everyone was eager to help us. It seemed that Marks had an office on the 88th floor and had enough moxy to register the office under his own moniker!The fact that we (Sarah) were with the FBI, got us the key to Mr. Marks' office. We took the regular elevator to the 88th floor. There weren't many plugs using this. In the background!" It seems unfair..." Maybe... but it's like being an undercover agent... you don't want too many people to know who you are..." he went on. "Anyway... I get my fee... and that keeps the world going around for us!" ... But you're away so much... at night..." It was a plaintive plea."Hell... that's part of the job! You knew that... when we got married!" he barked.She hadn't wanted to start an argument over it, again, so she backed away from it. Anyway, the skirmishes had been. I'd take that 18-year old and fuck him within an inch of his life. Take him to a motel like this some night and see how many loads you can take out of him. That's what I plan on doing with my son tonight."Erica gave the woman a sly wink and stepped towards the door. As she got to it, she turned, her eyes smoldering with mischief. "You love the taste of cum, don't you?" Yvonne paused for a second, before nodding in confession."Are you hungry for more?" Yvonne flushed red once more, but nodded in.